"boozes" poems
Kiss me when you're sober
I'm not the one in your head
If it weren't for the boozes
I wouldn't have tasted your lips
I've never smoked a cigarette
but I felt like I did,
for a hundred times now
this still feels different
Next time I wish you would
Kiss me when you're drunk
A taste you'd never stop chasing
Though high of ardent spirits
I wish you'd call out my name
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 11:00 AM UTC
It’s funny, you know you shouldn’t do it.
But then, when you lay there at the end of the day,
With your head spinning,
You know that you blew it.
Tin after tin assisting the spin,
Memories within kept under your skin,
Revolving and turning and wearing you thin,
Those long lost has-beens,
Inducing your sin.
You see, for me, I’m an ideas man, my brain constantly thinking,
Amplified and catalysed by the substance I’m drinking,
But it’s the thinking that’s linking my drinking to ink in,
These words,
While you sit there mistaking my wincing for winking,
...absurd.
Excuses excuses,
While abusing the juices,
Cause mere minor muses,
To produce abstruse bruises,
Your conduct confuses,
Peering, peers peruses,
Refusing acceptance induces,
Further misuses of boozes.
The taste is wasted,
On the embracing flavours,
As without haste you lay your,
Minimum pay wages down,
On the bar for more inebriation,
You try but you fail to
Waiver your behaviour,
But instead pave your way,
To your bottled slave labour.
It didn’t start out this way, it provided fun out of the blue,
To the problem I was blind as the issue grew and grew,
One turns to two,
Three increased to more,
Upon fixed shoulders heads askew,
Same face, different man, I assure.
Down the hatch they say, bottoms up, cheers!
As the liquor disappears it descends and it sears,
Wipe away the tears from the boozey souvenir,
And await that blissful place with no anxiety, no fears.
I understand why some find it bizarre,
How a soul can solely seek only for the jar,
My own experience has brought me in this far,
So now, this time, it’s time for me to start...
...Raising the bar,
By erasing the bar!!
Now I’ve admitted I have a problem,
I’m committed to drawing a line at the bottom,
Of my past I can’t be acquitted but of my future I can blossom,
No truth dismissive in reality this autumn.
So that’s it for now, I’m wagon bound,
I’m on off this big adventure,
I’ve been a clown, to let it get me down,
Too long in this game I’ve been a contender,
Feet on the ground, I’ll no longer frown,
From the pleasure faked, with measure after measure,
Sorrows no longer drowned, I’ll be around,
And my life, from now, will get better.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
The noise oh the noise there's something in my ears
Or maybe it's in my eyes hiding behind these tears
Your words rip through me like a blade to fresh skin
And nothing I do can stop them they just keep setting in.
The noise oh the noise, there it finally stopped
I just had to drink enough. And there's not a pop
I cannot stand now, but who needs to go when you're finally free
There's Nothing left to listen to, nothing left but sleep
This floor will be enough I suppose, not much else around
But I just can't seem to get comfortable upon this hardened ground.
I hear your footsteps still far away but close enough to fear.
My heart skips a few I need to be sober for when you're near
It's too late as you turn the **** and open up the door
To find me whithered and broken, lying on the floor
You should be calm and pick me up, carry me off to bed
But you never have been calm my dear, instead your ears turn red
The noise oh the noise it's all the ringing in my ears
The blood and pain of course bringing back the tears
I can stop it with a scream but I won't give you that pleasure
I just hold it all in as you pound me to your leisure
I can go about my day and lie about the bruises
Fearing going home to you with your boozes
Your words are fearful enough bringing me to my knees
And your fists finish me off, completing the defeat
I'm not sure how much I can take day after day
There comes a point in life when it's all you can take
So I run now as far as I can 2,000 miles away
And leave you with no words nothing left to say
The noise oh the noise the constant ringing of this phone
Your simple texts and messages. Where the hell have you gone
I'm done, I'm out, another beep on the line
I'm sorry, I love you, but this is good bye.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Good grief
You barely made it through the work day
Listening to the sound of the bed and chair alarms
From the time you start the shift
Until you finish it. They just wouldn’t sit down
A chemical imbalance in their brains,
We kept getting a paycheck and
We kept on giving it to them. Those awful drugs,
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it don’t
They just wouldn’t sit down.
Mr. Steven Wallace,
I am going to end this hopefully with your blessing
When a brain that have been addled by boozes and drugs
fallen from the socket for a period of time
**Sit Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously their hearts is beating**
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Dalya and I went
to some watering holes
in Hamburg
beer bars or cafés
selling all kind of *****
we'd left the base camp
after burgers and fries
and few warm beers
and walked
into the city
she had put on
a denim skirt
and white tee-shirt
and her dark hair
was neat and tidy
she looked good
that Yorkshire *****
is going off
to some other's tent
and I have that
Yank dame
we picked up on route
Dalya said
why can't I share a tent
with you
and be done with?
there you go
I said
I have the Aussie guy
he's ok but he
boozes too much
and likes the girls
when we were in Belgium
he wanted to bring
some girl in the tent
while I was lying
in my sleeping bag
you can turn
the other way mate
he said
we don't mind as long
as you don't peek at us
what happened?
Dalya said
the girl wasn't keen
and walked off
in a huff
and he went after her
I said
wouldn't fancy
that myself
she said
not with any onlooker
not that I'd fancy
the Aussie anyway
she said
we supped some beer
and smoked
who's your brother
sleeping with?
I asked
he's with
the school teacher prat
she said
but he don't mind
as long the the part
don't yak about
education too much
if we can match
the Yorkshire *****
with the Aussie
Dalya said
we could
become an item
together
can't see it
coming about
I said
shame
Dalya said
fed up with having
to share a tent
with Yank girl
yakking about her lovers
and what she's done
and where and who with
we supped more beer
then walked
back to camp
and our tents
each to our own
she with the Yank girl
me all alone.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
In this city where night kills the day;
Everyone's out there and parties all the way;
With boozes and music that is so loud;
Carries the soul and passion of all that is in the crowd.
In this city where night kills the day;
The dawn never breaks the city where I lay;
It's like a world that revolves in reverse;
Only the difference is no one takes it as a curse.
In this city where night kills the day;
People work's late and sleep all day;
There is really no explanation, to what is going on anyway;
It comes so natural that people get used to day by day;
In this city where night kills the day;
My inspiration precedes all the things to say;
Never a dull moment for me as my poetry overwhelms;
All the feelings I set aside, watching the day pass through the seams..
In this city where night kills the day;
All your worries will simply go away;
Getting used to stress is a way to survive;
Oh what a great way this city does just to make people feel alive.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
She drinks to not hear the voices in her head, she drinks till that last drop is gone, till that last bottle is gone. All she can hear is the words of alcohol telling that more is better, she can only hear the words when they say more is better. She doesn't see that the more she takes the more she loses. She only drinks to end the conversations in her head. She used to be able to smile but now the alcohol has consumed her into thinking that only liquor and boozes will make her smile the way she used to. But in reality, she turns into this wreck that nobody wants to see. The thoughts use her mind as a playground and the demons use her brain as a way to mess with her and get her to do things nobody wants to do. She's always saying “this is my last drink” but you can't stop the addiction when it's an obsession and takes over your mind and every thought till you don't have control over it, till your not thinking your own thoughts and only thinking what the alcohol wants instead of what you actually want...That's when your only hearing the words of alcohol.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC